The crowds were silent. The cool and dry winter air was thick with tension and fears of the capital. This was their children waiting to find out if they would live... Their children, this wasn't right...

Mothers were quietly sobbing, fathers were glaring off into the distance a forlorness in their bright neon eyes. The fear, it was something noone in the capital had ever experienced. But all the Districts did, for the past seventy five years. The Districts, the Rebellion, they were ready for this. The citizens of the capital would finally feel their pain and their fear.

The vibrant and outrageous adults of the capital were arranged in a semi circle around a large group of about 1000 young children and teens, their ages varying from twelve to eighteen, like any normal games. They were currently in front of the Capital building , the large Grey and white building towering above the people like a large oak tree behind a pile of pebbles.

On the marble steps into the capital was were two young women. The Mockingjay herself, and Joanna Mason, one of the few surviving Victors. Katniss was simply wearing jeans, and a leather hunting jacket. These games were about revenge, not theatrics. Entertainment was secondary to the suffering the capital was about to endure on the next few weeks.
In front of Johanna was a microphone that reached right below her chin. She looked down at it, a script in her hands. She was shaking, the crowd did not know why though. Most thought it was anger and rage boiling within her, while others thought memories of her past were interfering with her mind.

The silence was suddenly punctured the rough and undesirable sound of the young, short haired woman clearing her throat.
"Good Morning ladies and gentlemen..." she muttered just loud enough for the microphone to catch. She took a loud deep breath before continuing, a sudden confidence all of Panem knew, infiltrating her voice.
"Welcome to the annual and final 76th Hunger Games you motherf***ers!" she yells almost like a war cry, it's attacking tone irritating the already miserable citizens of the capital.

The past three months had been "rough" for the capital. Now that the rebellion had started changing the laws, the Districts were finally being supplied witch's proper amounts of food and other necessities leaving the capital at a loss. People had to go back to work, keeping their society functioning since most politicians had been executed and the Districts weren't handling everything besides the dreaded fashion of Panems society. The borders were also now open, for the Districts at least. People of all ages, races, and Districts poured into the capital until their homes had been rebuilt. Many capital citizens have given up their multiple or homes for the ever growing population. Of course these issues were nothing, but for a city that knew no pain, it was as if the world was crashing down upon them.

Katniss looked over at Johanna with a slight disapproving glare before returning her eyes to the crowd of children before her. She had been in full support of these games. Many thought the death of her sister had triggered an even more intense hate that was barely outmatched by her fellow Victors.
"This year, the Hunger Games will be for your miserable brats!" Johanna screams dropping get script to the ground and stomping on it. Needless to say somewhere in the Audience, Effie Trinket, one of the few Capital citizens who fully supported the Rebellion, rolled her eyes as her precious script was abandoned. Ironically she was against these games, but nonetheless she wanted to make it all go as smooth as possible. A third rebellion would destroy all of Panem for sure.
"This year you will experience our pain! Our sorrows! As you go into that arena you will truely realize that this was no game! And that us people from the Districts, went through hell!!!" Johanna screams looking at the crowd of teens in front of her. She swipes her hand, knocking over the mic before walking to the side of the grand steps joining the still living Victors; Peeta, Haymitch, Beebee, and Enobaria.
Katniss seemed somewhat prepared for this as she calmly walked over to the mic and picked it up.
"As it is tradition, we will begin these games by selecting 24 children, your children to fight this year..." Katniss began, her hate apparent, but not her internal rage.
"I will now begin these games by selecting the twelve girls who are to participate... Then Peeta Melark Wil select our boys" she scowls, glancing over at Peeta as she walked over to a large glass bowl with a red Mockingjay on it.
She gently reached her hand into the bowl for not even two seconds before pulling out a slip. She unfolded it, carefully but quickly behind shouting out the name.
"Rayna... Alicya... Hart! " she cries out the tension suddenly releasing as thousands of parents survived the first rounds of the Reapings.

A young skinny woman with long beautiful brunette hair and synthetic blue eyes walked out or the crowd and onto the grand steps. She looked guinely shocked but not afraid. She was holding it back. She didn't want to worry her family any more than she needed too.
As she stood three steps below Katniss, cries and sobs could be he heard in the distance. Her family was not expecting this, they were wealthy but had next to no affiliation with the games or the government.

The next ten minutes were hell for the parents of the young and mostly innocent girls in the crowd. And as promised twelve girls were picked.
Some of the more notable tributes that were selected include...
Ruby Terrace, a young tan and brunette girl who happened to be the daughter of an old head ganemaker. As the innocent thirteen year old approached the steps the cries of an old woman with snowy white hair echoes throughout the arena.
"My baby!!!" she screamed in agony, peace keepers holding her back from running to her child...

Another notable young woman to be Reaped was Serenity Moore, a girl who actually helped shelter rebels on the Capital. The sixteen year old was very pale and had long straight brunette hair that reached her shoulders. She had beautiful and large eyes that conveyed a sense of sympathy most people could not resist falling in love with.
As she walked to the grand stairs she seethed with anger, she had helped the them. And here they were, sending her to a brutal and bloody death.

And how could we possibly forget her... Armie Stranger. Unlike the two others, Armie had lived a normal Capital life, free from the games interior workings and even more free from the rebellion. But what wasn't normal was the reaction to being reaped.
Armies laugh disturbed all most everyone who heard it. It wasn't a laugh of nervousness, but of slight pleasure. Dark pleasure of course. When called, the girl laughed walking up to the grand steps, her tight black curls bouncing as she climbed up the beautiful white marble steps. Johannas glare... If only looks could kill.

Of course theses weren't the only female tributes.
In fact they're were many more to come. Slowly one by one girl after girl came up onto the steps, many hurt. Not physical pain, but a pain of the soul inflicted many of them. Some cried... Some wailed... And some stared onto space wondering why such a thing could happen to them, innocent children of the "innocent" capital.

Next, was the boys. As opposed to the the girls not many of the tributes stood out, for the moment of course. Although there were three that particularly caught they eye of everyone.
Peeta slowly and painfully limped over to the microphone, Katniss barely looking at him as they pass each other. Peetas hair is longer than usual and he was looking much healthier than he did a few months before. His bruises were healed and his mind felt somewhat normal again, somewhat.
"And now for the boys..." he mutters, the tone of his voice easily mistaken for anger,but it wasn't. It was sympathy. The young traumatized Victor had been sympathetic for the kids he was threatening to death. He was annoyed about his comrades ever listening to him. He just wanted normalcy... A thing he wouldn't get until the bloodshed was finished forever.

The young blonde boy then announced the tributes one by one, each one of the boys then lined up, two steps below the girls. As mentioned before, there were only a select few tributes that stood out...

"Ark Lade." Peeta said, speaking too close to the microphone,the sound being muffled slightly.

It took a few moments, but the crowd of eighteen year old boys slowly parted opening up a narrow path for the tribute. A young and handsome boy stepped forward, his face expressing nothing but anger. The dark skinned boy knew this was coming. He had come from an immensely wealthy family.
And in his preparedness he trained. Not like any career, but enough that his skills would exceed those of almost any child in the Capital. He wore a dark navy blue suit with beautiful golden stripes that reflected the cloud filtered white light, as he walked up to the stairs. Everyone could see he was confident. And rightfully so.

Another interesting tribute was Bore Flickerman, the nephew of the infamous Ceasar Flickerman, famous Hunger Games host.
The cheerful sixteen year old walked through the crowd, trying to keep a happy face. It barely worked at all. He was miserable, depressed, and felt hopeless. But as per usual he tried suppressing everything, he couldn't be seen as weak...
He walked up to the stairs and stood next to a young and small redhead, Park Crawley.
And as he stood there a single tear could be seen, dripping down his pale blushed cheek.

There were twenty four tributes lined up on the grand staircase into the Capital Building.
Peeta slowly limped back to his position on the side, a look of relief on his face. His part was finally over for the moment.
Katniss walked past the boy, her steps quickening the closer she got to the microphone. Once she got to the microphone she paused for a second, scanning the young tributes in front of her.

"Here they are... The twenty four tributes." she speaks into the silver and gold microphon, emphasizing the phrase "twenty four"

"The Mockingjay Rebellion controls Panem now. And we intend to create a new peaceful version of the dark and bloody landscape we call home. That includes a merciful government... This year like in the..." she hesitates for a moment "74th Hunger Games we will have two victors... Of any gender, age, or group." she states, exuding little emotion with her words.

The Capital gain something in that moment... Hope. Parents gain hope that they will get to see their children once again, siblings gain hope they're brother or sister will be back to teach them about the world, and twenty four children gain hope in two weeks they're heart will still be beating...
But then the Mockingjay crushed the souls of two more children...

"But to symbolize the sufferings of the 13th District we will have two more tributes than usual..." she mutters, a rawness entering her voice as flashbacks of President Coins limp body falling from a balcony, an arrow in her chest...

This year there would be two victors, but also two more tributes. A double sword, very similar to the one that eventually spill the blood of one of the women on that "stage"....

Suddenly the hope and energy drained from the faces of the parents that believed they're children were safe. Once again, they're was no way of knowing.

Katniss reached her pale hand into the light pink glass bowl and pulled out a strip of paper. She didn't open it, just held it.
She then chose a name from the Blue glass bowl. She left that one unopened as well, instead she gave it to Peeta who was once again at the Mockingjay's side. He took the slip and unfolded it, saying the name of the male extra tribute.
"Blaze Templsmith"
A older and much taller boy pushes his way through the audience, obviously pissed off beyond expression. He stomps up the stairs flipping the two victors off as he takes his place besides Patricia Kooti, not even looking at the boy.

Katniss takes a deep sigh before unfolding the females slip.
"Zella Holland" she says relieved that they're reaching the end of the Reapings.
A sixteen year old girl, with long brunette hair makes her way through the crowd rather peacefully a sense of upsettness and shock plastered into her makeup heavy face. She stands besides Kota Jackson, the two girls sharing a familiar look. A look of trust.

Katniss and Peeta look at each other for a mom before they both say in a slight monotone voice.

"Happy Hunger Games... And may the odds be ever in your favor...."

And so it began. The final games... The Capital Games.

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